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1 by Carole Marsh

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3 C ontents 1 What a Pointy Airport!! Denver, the Mile High City! The Brown Palace Hotel What s a LoDo? Too Many Tubas! Torn Up at the Tattered Cover It s Snowing! Colorado Springs Garden of the Gods Dude, It s Durango! Cliff Palace Back to Breckenridge Allaire Timber! s Inn The Ski Ball The Eisenhower Tunnel It s Snow Fun Rocky Mountain Connections Colorado Fourteeners Memorable Mines About the Author It s Snow Much Fun Glossary Scavenger Hunt Quiz Write Your Own Real Kids Mystery Six Secret Writing Tips from Carole Marsh Be a Carole Marsh Mysteries Character Excerpt from The Ghost of the Grand Canyon

4 1 What a Pointy Airport! Let s see, said Christina, with a big yawn. I looked out the window over Georgia, Tennessee, and Missouri. I ate over Kansas. And I slept over... well, I guess I don t know what I slept over, but isn t it time to BE THERE? She squirmed beneath her snug seatbelt. Her grandmother, Mimi, gently rubbed the top of Christina s soft, brown hair. I know it s been a long ride, she agreed. But we ve begun our descent and are just about to come in for our landing, Christina s grandfather, Papa, told her. Papa had his own pilot s license and his own cute, little red airplane, so he knew a lot about aviation stuff. Christina shook her younger brother, Grant. Wake up! Wake up! she warned him. We re coming down! Grant sat up with a start. His naturally curly hair 1

5 2 The Mystery in the Rocky Mountains stood on end in several places as if a cow had licked its way across his head. Down? DOWN?! he muttered loud, then louder, as he rubbed his eyes and looked out the window of the Boeing 767. She means we re about to land, Mimi reassured him. Oh, said Grant, stretching. He pressed his nose flat against the cold window. Hey, we re landing in the mountains! That comment made Mimi, Papa, Christina and everyone nearby stare out of the plane. Papa shook his head. I don t see what you mean, Grant. Grant pointed downward. See all the pointy, white peaks. That little mountain range. Papa laughed; so did everyone else. Grant folded his arms across his chest and scowled. What had he said that was so funny, he wondered. Mimi knew Grant was embarrassed. She patted him on the shoulder. You re right, Grant. The Denver International Airport does look like a miniature mountain range, doesn t it? They made it in that style on purpose. The big tent peaks make you think of the famous Rocky Mountains.

6 What a Pointy Airport! 3 Grant smiled, as if he knew that all along. Then, Christina pointed out the window and said, Now THAT S a mountain range! Everyone looked out at the sawtooth silhouette of a strip of endless white mountains covered in snow against a bright blue sky. It was beautiful. Mimi laughed. You re right! The Rocky Mountains are one of the most amazing and beautiful mountain ranges in the world. Even though I ve written a lot about geology, it s still a mystery to me how something so majestic got created. Christina frowned and cleared her throat. Mimi, she said sternly, glaring at her grandmother from beneath arched eyebrows that seemed to say, remember? What? asked Mimi, pretending to be aggravated, but Christina and Grant knew that she understood perfectly well what was meant. WHAT? Mimi repeated, teasing them. Christina shook her head, her long brown hair slinging back and forth. Don t even use that word! What word? Papa asked. What word? Mimi asked. Grant laughed. The M-word! he said. Mystery! Christina scrunched back in her seat. Mimi was a

7 4 The Mystery in the Rocky Mountains kid s mystery book writer. She and Grant were lucky to get to travel with their grandparents on research and writing trips, but somehow, Mimi almost always got involved in a real, live mystery. And, it always seemed like it was up to Christina and Grant to solve it. Mimi just smiled, her blond hair sticking up like little mountain peaks. She continued to chew on her red marker pen while she pondered the yellow legal pad in her lap. I have no idea what you re talking about, she said sweetly. Sure! grumbled Christina. SURE! repeated Grant. Hey, this is a winter vacation, Papa reminded them. No mystery necessary. Welcome to Denver, the Mile High City! the pilot said over the intercom system. We will be landing in a moment. It is sixteen degrees outside, so put on your winter duds, folks. Don t break a leg on the ski slopes. And come back to see us again, real soon, you hear?

8 2 Denver, the Mile High City! Can you hear me now? Can you hear me now? Grant repeated over and over as he moved down the airport concourse, tugging his Scooby Doo suitcase behind him. A strip of underpants hung out one side where he had not gotten all his clothing tucked in good before he latched the suitcase. YES we can hear you! Christina screamed at him. Indeed, the Denver airport was made up of an unusual and very pretty array of enormous white fabric peaks, sort of like a circus tent. Grant was busy walking ahead and checking the acoustics of the magnificent building by shouting back to the others to see if they could hear him, or his echo, in the unique building. It was very cool in the airport and Christina 5

9 6 The Mystery in the Rocky Mountains wondered what it might be like outside. She was not sure she had ever been in sixteen degree weather before. She tugged her pink Limited Two sweater more snugly around her neck. She was sure glad Mimi had bought them all some silky long underwear long johns, she called them. Her grandmother insisted that dressing in layers was the smart way to survive winter. Mimi did not like to be cold. Her other big idea was to drink lots of hot chocolate. Hey, let s stop here! Mimi said. Sure enough it was a cute little kiosk that sold cocoa and cookies. I ll go get the rental car, Papa said. You guys have a quick snack and meet me at the luggage carousel. We re getting our luggage at a merry-go-round? Grant asked. As soon as he saw Mimi stop for food, he had come running back to join the others. No, silly, said Christina. This carousel is that big metal conveyor belt that brings the luggage up from the airplane. Oh, said Grant, that thing I like to ride on! NO RIDING! Mimi and Papa warned their grandson together. Grant just ducked his head and didn t say a word. Christina sighed. She knew that meant that Grant was making no promises not to misbehave. He just loved to explore first and think about danger later. As

10 Denver, the Mile High City! 7 soon as Christina thought of that word danger she wished she hadn t. Papa sped off, loaded down with all Mimi s suitcases and computer and writing paraphernalia and the ski boots and skis loaded on a metal cart. Mimi led the kids to a small silver table with snowflakes printed on it. They plunked down onto blue plastic chairs. Mimi told them to stay put while she got in line. Soon she reappeared with hot, steaming mugs of cocoa topped with big, square, homemade marshmallows. She also put down a small paper plate filled with sugar cookies. The sugar sprinkled on top of them glistened like the snow frosting the ground outside the window. Soon, their lips, cheeks, chin, and clothes glittered with the sprinkles as well. Delicious! said Christina. GRMLISIUS! Grant agreed, his mouth full. He sprayed Christina with a million tiny crumbs. GRANT! she grumbled. Of course, crumbs spewed out of her mouth and plastered him. They both laughed. Grant laughed so hard that cocoa drizzled out of each corner of his mouth and dripped down his chin so that it looked like he had a funny, droopy mustache. If anybody asks me, I m going to say I never saw

11 8 The Mystery in the Rocky Mountains you two kids before, Mimi teased them. She tossed napkins at them both. Hey, Mimi, said Christina, what s the plan? Mimi always had a plan. Oh! said Mimi, glad to be asked. She referred to her legal pad. We re going to drive into Denver and spend the night at the famous and historic Brown Palace Hotel. We re going to LoDo and the Tattered Cover. Then we re going to Colorado Springs and see the Garden of the Gods and Pikes Peak. Next, we re headed for Durango. Then... When Mimi took a breath, Christina interrupted. Mimi! When are we going to ski? To snowmobile? To sleep? To eat? To go potty? Grant interjected. Mimi chuckled as she began to clean up the messy table. Oh, we ll get it all in, she assured her grandchildren. I have everything all planned out for our great Rocky Mountain vacation. Even going potty Grant right over there. Mimi pointed to a door with the shape of a man on the front. We ll meet you right there in a few minutes. Mimi pointed to a large Christmas tree where two big hallways came together. It was the middle of December; school Christmas

12 Denver, the Mile High City! 9 break. Christina s and Grant s cousin, Zander, who was 11, and his sister, Dakota, who was 8, were going to meet them at the Brown Palace Hotel. They lived in Albuquerque, New Mexico, but were moving to Salt Lake City, Utah. After a few days of sightseeing and snowskiing, they all were supposed to return to Denver and fly home for the holidays. Christina was excited, but a little nervous. She had never skied. She had never snowmobiled. She was a little afraid of heights. She d heard a lot about avalanches of snow falling down the sides of mountains and burying people in the snow. But she liked new adventures, so, she told herself, this was going to be Fun, Fun, FUN. That is, IF Mimi s friends mystery and danger stayed back home in Peachtree City. I m being silly, Christina thought to herself. I m the luckiest girl to be in Colorado for a wow winter vacation. Suddenly, she spotted Grant running around the Christmas tree, flapping his arms like a snow angel. He was singing I m Dreaming of a White Christmas at the top of his lungs. Christina ran to join him. She pulled her Lizzy McGuire suitcase behind her as fast as she could. What are you so excited about? she asked her brother.

13 10 The Mystery in the Rocky Mountains Grant continued to race around the tree singing. Just look out the window! he said. Christina turned and looked out the big plate glass window to the airport runways. The mountain range in the distance had disappeared. Everything was white and frosty and foggy. And, it was SNOWING!

14 3 The Brown Palace Hotel When they met Papa, they saw he had rented the largest SUV they had ever seen. It was big and red and had a ski rack on top. He had everything loaded up, then quickly tossed the rest of the luggage Mimi, Christina, and Grant had into the back. Get in the car! he said. It s freezing out here! Fortunately the car was all warm. The heated seats felt wonderful on their backsides. A Christmas carol streamed out of the CD-player. This is an expensive rental car, Mimi noted. Aw, they gave me a special deal, said Papa. Why? Mimi asked suspiciously. Because I m so handsome! Papa said and grinned. Christina laughed; Mimi just groaned. Too bad there s not a DVD, Grant commented. 13

15 14 The Mystery in the Rocky Mountains Mimi groaned again. This is a road trip, she said. You re supposed to look out the window and see stuff you ve never seen before. Well, I m looking out the window, Grant argued, and I don t see anything! That is a problem, Papa agreed. It was now so foggy that even with the fog lights on, you could hardly see more than a few feet ahead. It was like being in a fairytale ballet, Christina thought. Like the nutcracker in the scene where it snows. The Nutcracker was Christina s favorite ballet. She adored the story of Clara and the toy nutcracker she receives as a Christmas gift. Of course she knew Grant preferred the fighting mice and the funny Chinamen. Can we go see the Nutcracker again this year? Christina asked Mimi from the back seat. Nutcracker! Butsmacker! Papa grumbled. I can t see a thing! Grant giggled, but Christina shushed him. They both knew when Papa was trying to drive they were supposed to BE-HAVE! Papa did not like distractions while he was driving, especially on the interstate highway. He always pulled off the road to talk on his cell phone. Of course, he almost never had to do that because Mimi

16 The Brown Palace Hotel 15 always had the cell phone glued to her ear. Usually she was talking to their Mom, or Uncle Michael, back at the office. When she was saying baby words like Goo Goo, Gah, Gah, Coochie, Coochie, Coo, they knew she was talking to their cousin, Baby Avery, who was too little to come along with them yet on adventures. But now, Mimi and Papa were both peering seriously out the front window. Papa said the fog was as thick as pea soup. Mimi said it looked like Old London Town. Neither comment made sense to Grant and Christina. They both loved watching the snow tumble down from the sky. How could you have too much snow, Christina wondered. Soon, Papa pulled out on the interstate and the fog seemed to lift. Ahead, blue sky appeared and once more they could see the beautiful row of Rocky Mountains. In front of the jagged peaks stood Colorado s capital city, Denver. It s so flat here, said Christina. How can Denver be a mile high? Now that Papa could see to drive, he was eager to talk. It s measured from sea level, he explained. We re just a few hundred feet above sea level back in Peachtree City. But out here, Denver is one mile above sea level.

17 16 The Mystery in the Rocky Mountains That s 5,280 feet! said Grant, who was very good at math. He loved to play Monopoly, count money, and he could even add and subtract negative numbers. Christina rubbed her tummy. I don t feel so good, she said. Too much cocoa? Mimi asked. It s the altitude, Papa insisted. It will take us all a little while to get used to the higher altitude. Rest, drink a lot of water, and don t run around like wild banshees, he recommended. Oh, great, said Christina. A vacation and I get to be sick, in bed, and still. Running around like a wild banshee whatever that is, Papa is my favorite thing, Grant added. Oh, you ll be used to the altitude in no time, Mimi reassured them. Think positive. Soon, they were thinking positive as the snow continued to clear and the mountains seem to grow higher and higher before their very eyes. Denver looked like a fairytale city in the snow. Christina liked the look of the Cherry Creek Mall as they passed by. The parking lot was jammed with cars. She figured major Christmas shopping was going on inside. Both she and Mimi looked out the window wistfully.

18 The Brown Palace Hotel 17 Don t even think about it, Papa said. Mimi laughed. I plan to shop till I drop, first chance I get! she insisted. Me, too! Christina chimed in. Not me, said Grant. I plan to ski till I, till I, till I pee! When everyone laughed, Grant grumbled, Well, it was the only word I could think of that rhymed. Soon, they were in the city center. The layer of snow made everything seem quiet like a Sunday afternoon. Even the pedestrians, all bundled up from head to toe, seemed to move in slow motion. Suddenly Papa whisked the car through the slush into a parking place in front of a tall brick building with a large canopy awning out front. A smartly dressed doorman opened Christina s door. Welcome to the Brown Palace Hotel, he said. You re just in time for tea! As the car was unloaded and everything piled onto a luggage cart, Mimi, Grant, and Christina scurried beneath the canopy into the lobby. Papa told the doorman, Valet parking, please! and hustled in behind them. Perhaps that is why they did not notice the tiny, red beeping beeping beeping monitor that had been stuck beneath the bumper of the back of their rental car. Nor did they notice the two men in black trenchcoats with black

19 18 The Mystery in the Rocky Mountains wool caps pulled down low over their eyebrows who had parked their beat-up black sedan at the curb, and followed them inside the hotel. Inside the lobby of the Brown Palace Hotel, Christina and Grant both said the same thing: Wow! The old hotel dated back to the Victorian era when men with whiskers and gold watches made millions of dollars from the gold and silver mines tucked into the nearby mountains. The rich and the famous had stayed at the Brown over the years. It really looks like a palace! Christina whispered to Mimi, as Papa checked them into the hotel. It is palatial, Mimi agreed. She and Christina stared up at the enormous, glistening chandelier suspended from a nine-story high ceiling of colorful Tiffany glass. They rubbed their hands along the gleaming brass rail that ran around the fancy restaurant in the center of the lobby. Look! said Christina, pointing discreetly to the white cloth-covered tables set with glass and silver, candles, and plates of fancy, little sandwiches in the shapes of triangles, squares, circles, and hearts. There

20 The Brown Palace Hotel 19 were also glass trays of tiny petit fours, or deserts, like cookies, brownies, and pink-frosted cakes. It makes my mouth water! They were interrupted when Papa reappeared and handed Mimi a large brass key to their room. Why don t you ladies get dressed for tea, Papa suggested. Aren t you and Grant joining us? Mimi asked. I think my man Grant and I are going to get the car and take a little tour by Coors Field, Mile High Stadium, and a few other guy-sites before it gets dark. Grant giggled. Yeah, he said, mainly to his sister. I think I will pass on tea. Papa and I could go for a cold beer root beer. Make sure it is, Mimi teased Papa, as he beckoned to the bellman to get their car. And don t be long; it s supposed to start snowing even heavier later. Grant and Papa just shrugged their shoulders like, Big deal! Usually, Christina would argue about things being boy-stuff or girl-stuff. After all, she played soccer and basketball and liked sports too. And she knew for a fact that Grant and Papa loved little sandwiches and sweets. But on this special day, she was tickled pink as her sweater

21 20 The Mystery in the Rocky Mountains to have Mimi all to herself and to go to high tea just like all the Moms and grandmothers and girls she saw slurping their cocoa from tiny china cups right now. She could hardly wait to get dressed. As she and Mimi headed for the elevator, Papa and Grant bundled back up and headed out into the snow. Just for a moment, Christina noticed that it appeared to be flashing pink beneath the back of the car. But she thought nothing of it, of course. As the big SUV sped off, she also noticed another car followed right behind it. Again, it did not arouse any suspicion in Christina s mind. After all, this was a winter holiday, not a mystery. Wasn t it?